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About GoCyrano.Com
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This website is dedicated to love, and the power of the
proverbial pen.
It's driving force is the subject. Its reason speaks for
itself. It will mean little or nothing to some, and more to others. Its purpose
is to mean the most that it can for the most people possible. The impact of the
website will be of benefit to some, and to others it's powers will be
neutralized.
Ultimately, what one derives from this website will depend
upon one single factor: the individual. Yet the essence of what this site
stands for relies on the unity of two. For what is love by one person only?
Consider this poem:
I sat beside a wishing well,
And wondered what to
do
About a newborn feeling,
And thoughts I had for you.
My right
hand held the coin of fate;
My left hand held the right;
And somehow I
could not let go,
For something held me tight.
"Just make a wish and
toss the coin,"
My right hand seemed to say.
My left said, "There's a
reason
Not to make a wish today."
"For if a coin is all it's
worth,
And wishing made it true,
Then love could be one-sided,
And
could happen without you."
I put the coin away,
And realized what I
had done,
Was to see love from another side,
And not just from the
one. |
This poem suggests that to wish something to be, simply
because the option exists, is not practical, and rather meaningless if one
could be commanded to do such a thing as love someone at random, regardless of
personal involvement or attraction. Common sense would support a more pragmatic
approach, learning gradually of the attraction, allowing it to grow, nurturing
it as one would fan the initial glows of tinder before they burst into the
flames of a more formidable fire. However, love does not always work that way.
Often love is instantaneous. Love can happen at "first sight," and does not
always involve both people at the same moment. Hence, it requires an effort on
the part of the first to fall in love, to follow the heart as it is lured, and
in some way offer the sacrifice of oneself in order to make that love known. Of
course, there is the possibility of one person being in love by oneself, the
other being unaffected by the gravity of the stricken person's dilemma, never
to know what love has done to the fallen.
If love is not returned, what
good would it be to cast the spell demanding reciprocation? What value would
there be in forced action, like a puppeteer working the strings of a
marionette? In the poem, the right hand spoke with carelessness and
selfishness, only wanting to produce a desired result. The left hand spoke with
wisdom, bringing the wishful's mind full circle back to the truth of the
situation. The truth was that to make love happen magically as the wish of only
one person was to void love of its essence, and rob it of its purity and value.
A magic coin and a wishing well would be of no value in the conjuring of true
love. Unless it is freely given, it is not love and it is not a gift. As many
would attest, love cannot be taken, it can only be given.
Some would say
that even "one-way" love is worth it, and true love exists independent of any
other motion. But great love is only truly fulfilled if it is freely returned.
Yet one person must possess the courage to initiate a romantic motion so that a
response is possible. This could be the most difficult of all things. It is the
epitome of overexposure. Presentation of oneself with heart in hand could very
well be considered the emotional equivalent to placing one's head on the
chopping block, not knowing whether a friend or foe holds the axe. But to find
true love, the block must be challenged, fate must be tempted, and sometimes
all things must be risked for the discovery to be worthwhile.
...And if
love is returned? A most amazing thing happens! The world opens wide, a vast
array of unique colors permeates the spectrum, and the heart and soul challenge
the mind with new dimensions. Everything changes! Nothing stays the same! Those
in love are empowered by their new discovery to believe magical things,
unbelievable things, even the miraculous! Because the experience of true love
is nothing short of all these things.
Is true love worth the effort? Of
course it is! Everyone in this world needs to understand that there is nothing
greater than the power of love. Love is the manifestation of the essence of God
among His creations; the breath that causes life; that which sustains us when
nothing else can; the ultimate power of the universe!
To seek love is
wonderful. To find it is extraordinary. To be fulfilled by it is to step into
the magical world where anything is possible, all things are endurable, and
everything is surmountable. With enough love, we can do anything. That is why
this site is dedicated to love. If enough people seek it, more will find it. If
more people find it, the glow of this earth will grow, and perhaps darkness
will recede as the light prevails.
It took some encouragement by my
supporters for me to build this site. The premise was that I have written
romantic things that are worth reading, and that they may inspire others to
write as well. If others write to their loved ones as a result of some
inspiration caused by the reading of content from this website, then an amazing
thing has happened. The new writer was compelled to express what may never have
been expressed: a show of love and affection for another that is both valid and
real, without which the worlds of both the sender and receiver, unaffected,
would remain unchanged between them, perhaps missing the miracle of what their
destiny could have been.
The message here is, “Do not miss your
destiny!” Express your love! Whether you are encouraged to write your own
letter of love; or you copy words from this site into your own email; or you
use the autosending system and place your name as sender and your lover's name
as recipient - send the words! Let someone know they are important to you, and
do not wait! Of all things, to hold these feelings in reserve and keep this
amazing force hidden would be the ultimate crime. When love can nurture the
body as no other nourishment can, feed and heal the soul, and give wings to the
spirit, we cannot keep it encased to be viewed upon as some prize upon the
shelf. It must be shared, and in the gift of sharing, love itself reaches its
own destiny, to be all it was meant to be, and all that to which its discovery
may lead.
To further clarify this website's dedication to love, I offer
the following portion of a letter I wrote to a woman in my life. It epitomizes
how I feel about her, and the amazing inspiration she has been and continues to
be for me. I was addressing the prolific abundance of lines, paragraphs, and
rhymes that have flowed from my thoughts to become letters to her. GoCyrano.Com
was begun in concept, and this letter was written in an effort to explain the
goal of the website to her, and the reason it is so important to me. It sums up
in a few paragraphs my need to share the love I feel; the value inherent to the
sharing of this expression with others; and shows that the true source of my
ambition is a woman who has opened my eyes to the world around me. She has
shown me in her gentle way that seeing is not only with the eyes, but with
every fiber of my being; every particle of my soul; and every infinitesimal
charge of electricity that passes through my mind. To say that I owe it all to
her is an understatement. Without her I would live in the realms of the less
fortunate, the unknowing, those without understanding, and would never have
considered that there be a lacking at all - a perfect example of blissful
ignorance. Thank God for her coming as a ray of light that shone at such a
critical time in my life, showing me the way when I had no direction, and
encouraging me to step forth. I hope that this excerpt sheds some light on my
purpose for GoCyrano.Com.
...and the letter
begins...
... "I
want to become the most plagiarized romanticist on the planet!" Now, that would
be a title to claim.
Concerning all the writings I have sent you, I
don't really know where it all came from, except for the obvious point of
inspiration - YOU, of course. I simply cannot help myself. It seems to start
with thoughts of you... then I can truly feel your glow infect my being... then
I am overcome by this urge to express that which I feel, and even though it is
quite impossible, I become driven. The inspiration leads to those magical
sequences of words that develop their own energy and their own ambition.
Heedless they are as to what you mean to me, they convey something that others
can somehow relate to, and then they take on a vast array of definitions and
devices. To each person, they will mean something different. Yet, to all, they
spell passion, love, harmony, irresistibility, romantic compulsion, and
selfless abandon. To anyone who has been in love deeply, the words will mean
something to them, and I guess that is what counts most.
What about the
others? The people who have not yet found that depth of love that challenges,
resigns, and commits? Some of those must wonder about love, and ponder what the
words say... They may think, "What is this miracle of emotions that makes one
say these words? What cause could someone have to believe in something so
completely to say words like true love, destiny, soul mate, or love of my
life?" Others may not pause at all, but will walk on past, never blinking,
never thinking, never stopping to imagine that they were just exposed to
something profound. Theirs is the true tragedy, to have never really loved
deeply so as not to recognize it when it is expressed. Let there be hope for
the ones who take a moment to think about what they have experienced in the
words. Perhaps the words will give them something, a glimpse into themselves, a
snapshot of future experience, an image of themselves when they will see, feel,
and touch with the words they once heard, finally giving them their own sense
of size, shape, and value. Perhaps they will look back then and realize that
they have experienced that special something, the intangible element that is
never the same for any two people, but different for each combination of
lovers. For the real magic is in the individuals giving up their uniqueness and
losing their solo for a place in harmony, joining together to blend themselves
in the oneness of love, and suddenly the chorus of words will have their
meaning. If by following the content and processes of GoCyrano others find
their way to love and experience it at the level that we have, then my
expression of love has served its higher purpose, and the value of its
discovery will be magnified beyond the two of us.
All this to say that I
have found the meaning of harmony, oneness, ecstasy, and true love; and even as
words have no way in their conglomerate millions to give the perfect
definition, I will attempt to do it in one word. And that word
is...
......... Julianne!
I love you, Baby! You are My Love, My
Life, My Destiny, My Inspiration, My Angel.....
.........and the
Miracle of My World.
Love, R - Alias,
Cyrano.
Since we now know that by definition it is impossible
for me to separate the two terms, Love and Julianne, I would like to end this
dissertation about the site and its purpose with a few words about my
love.
Julianne has heard me say many times that in essence words lie. No
matter how close they come to being accurate, they inevitably describe reality
in vague terms, the process of which we call communication. Several people
reading one word may interpret that word in several different ways. In every
case, each person must interpret the word in terms, images and feelings
according to his or her own experiences and understanding. Hence, no two people
could possibly feel exactly the same way about anything. Such is the uniqueness
of being human. Yet there are commonalities in our general understanding that
allow us to agree, and closeness of understanding is often accepted as perfect
awareness. That being the case, at least there can be determined a relativity,
a starting point, a foundation from which love can be examined.
In this
examination of love, the expression of what we find will be, by the nature of
words, approximate. However, it is like a sculptor carving on a huge piece of
stone - the more he carves, the less unimportant material remains. What is left
is the shape of the article being carved, refining strokes smooth the edges,
and eventually, the masterpiece appears, revealing not only what the sculptor
wanted to create, but also what was in the stone all along, waiting to be
discovered by him.
This is how I look at the words I use to express
love. Love is infinite, and in that respect, can never be circumscribed in any
way to show a definitive size and shape. Yet in the midst of my efforts, if I
am able to use the tools of language to carve away the less important matter,
we may find some essence of love that is discernible, recognizable in some
fashion, and reliable in its report, so that to all who view the work in
progress, we may come to, in our collective consciousness, some agreement as to
what love is.
In my sculpting with words I will continue to describe to
the world how love appears to me. I have no hope of ever being effective enough
that an actual vision will replace the words and a monument of proverbial stone
will take their place. However, the goal being illusive, everchanging and
inevitably unattainable, I will have the most amazing time trying to reach this
goal, and in the effort, perhaps achieve the greatest reward, a life seeking to
find the outer limits of love and map them, and the many aspects in which it
permeates this universe.
At the end of my days, as I look back to see
what my sculpting has revealed, I have an idea of what my vision will be. The
image will probably look precisely as I perceive love now. I am sure that as I
gain the perspective from long years of searching and expressing, the image
that will be before me in all its glory will be quite familiar to me. For if I
understand love to any degree at all, that countenance is certain to be no more
and no less than the living, breathing woman who has taught me the most about
love, Julianne. For in describing Julianne, all words of love apply. And in
describing love, all that is needed is Julianne.
Life goes on, things
change, and Julianne has gone her way. But the essence of what she believed and
what she taught me has remained. I find myself seeking again a relationship
that can help me find purchase in life, and live through the struggles of
day-to-day existence. Although I look back at the days with her and miss so
many aspects, I take with me the lessons learned, and a confidence that life
will have many more surprises in the future. What I have gained most is a new
set of values that will progressively enhance the way I see this world, and
allow me to share its experiences with those around me. Also, I know for sure
that peace and harmony can be achieved if this is a priority in our lives.
Thank you for your inspiration, Julianne! This site starts with you,
and perhaps the movement that follows as a result of the initial impact of
knowing you will both enhance my life from this point onward, and that of many
others as well. I build this site as a testimony to our love, and hope that it
reflects some of the experiences that you hold dear.
Love,
RST/Alias-Cyrano. |
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